Dysphoria is pretty strong today and it's such a sickeningly sweet feeling. An amalgam of longing, wrongness, rightness, disgust, and even some happiness from knowing that I am, without a doubt, a woman. Hating my body is better than feeling nothing and doubt creeping into my mind. That probably makes no sense.
After a few weeks of feeling either numb or muted emotionally I'm finally starting to feel normal again. That is, anxious, sad, and kind of hopeless. ðŸ«
Last night I dreamt that I didn't want to go back to boymoding so I came out to a few friends from high-school that I hadn't thought about in over a decade. They didn't care, it was no big deal, and my life/dream went on in other directions. Felt good.
The neighbor's tempo looks like a shrine to an icy madonna.
#FreezeRainI'm trying to process some things my wife said that were pretty hurtful, but I don't know whether it hurts because she was being unreasonable or I wish she felt differently. Seems like something better communication would resolve but I'm emotionally exhausted.
ugh how are women all so fucking beautiful christ
I may have taken my ADHD medicine a minute ago but I can't remember... maybe I need one of those pill calendar things after all.
@YouShallNotPass 🫂
I feel this. When I told my therapist basically the same thing her advice was to not look away. If I see myself, in a mirror or whatever, and think like that to just keep looking.
Not sure how much it has helped, but I can now look in a mirror and see things that I like without being overwhelmed by negativity.
Me, after my therapist gave me a homework assignment to go out in public fully en femme as Katie.